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Short Bursts of Melodic Drone

by Melancholy Sunday

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1.
Make way, this is a call to arms It's not fair but I don't really care It's your choice; you have to make it.
2.
It's a Shame 01:53
Inside, you know you'd rather pass Outside, you raise your fucking glass And they know everything so just let them be right 'Cause all they've ever wanted we don't need And everything they need was given to me for free So maybe it's a shame that all I feel is hate Well maybe that's the only thing to fear And in the meantime we'll scrape the pipe and choke it down The world seems somewhat charming when you're high above it all And there's no truth that words can clarify There's nothing there for you and I They laugh at all your jokes But now the joke has always been on them
3.
Associate and purge One day you'll find that you're not so far above the rest of us And in time I hope content 'cause no one's gonna chase it all away Then you'll seek some secret truth to twist yourself around Associate and purge There's nothing I could say All these things compete (for your affection) But you don't see these things
4.
Gypsy Song 03:16
Well, you look kind of empty like I don't think I'll ever see your soul and you got like these honest eyes that make me feel alive and opened up inside … but there's nothing I can do to stop this urgency to give up and let go Now my days are all empty Although my skies are blue And the girls all look like gypsies 'Cause they could never be you Well, it's never that easy and I can't say I understand well, oh well, cause if it means nothing OH WELL I won't let you see me squirm no more Believe me if I care it won't show Now my days are all empty Although my skies are blue And I'll sing a song for the gypsy Cause I figure it's about time (you know) to go home Cause I know we're both in for a long fucking ride
5.
3 days and lost 3 weeks and gone And there's not much been happening And I'm feelin' fine So may I close my eyes for a while?
6.
Advantage 03:28
Can we show our faces now? I don't know if we'll ever gain control Can we rise above the sound Of our souls digging under like roots do grow? 'Cause I'm free and nourished And I feel a little bit anointed, as such 'Cause it's real past the point of its conception Yet I feel spread out on the torture rack 'Cause I could take Advantage Of you But I don't want to
7.
Let Me In 02:10
Too little too late Riding on this now And I've got something together Maybe just for a while In stormy weather we could rise above And I could cue you in. . . Won't you let me in? And I'll have nothing forever Riding on this skin And I've said something clever Every now and again Just goes to show you that there's no love And no one ever wins. . . Won't you let me in? I come to And I expect so much You'll never know how much I Relate to you and did I ask too much? You'll never see how much I care I want to When I don't think so much It's all good I know, I know I've heard it all before
8.
All across the valley, dawn The fluttering of leaves As a gentle wind, Mist rolling out from the sea All around in circles thrown When feigning to believe As the faithful gather Bended at the knee It's alright, the storm is gone, it's been blown away You can stand by me It's ok, the dream is dead so throw it all away You can burn with me All alone, the curtain drawn The fallen at the feet (Of the victor, spoiled) Nodding in defeat All across the valley drawn To wander through the trees In search of knowledge And looking out to the sea It's alright, the dream is dead so throw it all away You can burn with me It's ok, the need is gone, it's been washed away By all that's pure and free

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Been 15 years to the day since I mixed this album (straight analog from my 4-track to a CD burner) and started making copies for my friends. It really encapsulates a moment in time for me. Young, heartbroken, practically disconsolate, I wanted to make something of my sadness; I wanted it to be beautiful. Like a child I was selfish and indolent, but still, my misanthropy at this point was in its own way somehow charming. It takes many years for despair to gnaw away the bone, and although I had already begun to turn my back on the world, I was still very much in it — it was, after all, the place I got my drugs. I don’t know if you experienced the world as we did, my friends and I, in the late ’90s, but we lived without hope for the future, in a sort of purgatory of wanting and quiet abandon. The world was never going to be ours and we knew it. This is an album about love and resignation, a distress call from my bedroom to yours; it was never meant for prime time, and I never had my day. But it’s okay, everything is okay. The music is what matters, and the music is what remains. — Nick Douet, 12/15/2015

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released December 15, 2000

All songs written and performed by Nick Douet.
Drums and bass on track 8 by Matt Ashman.

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